It seems to me that you are my only confidant, the sole ‘person’ to whom I can disclose bad days – like today. I received some terrible news at school – because of the results of the exams that I sat one week ago, I must repeat the academic year.

I recount my day under the light of my electric lamp in order to avoid attracting the attention of Peter, my father. When I told him that I must repeat the academic year, his reaction frightened me. He had already drunk a lot of Stella Artois, and he became a bit violent – as usual.

I don’t know what mum, Marie, is going to think – she still hasn’t returned home after a long day at the Paris branch of E.Leclerc. I am sure that she works more than 35 hours per week, in order to avoid further confrontations with Peter. I hope that she will be more sensitive.

My brother, Luc, didn’t say much. Studying comes easily for him – I expect that he believes that I am stupid. He is so active these days – he plays for PSG’s under-eighteen football team – that he no longer has any time for me. Charlotte, my sister, cannot understand failure, since she is intelligent too. She spends a lot of time with her boyfriend, Marc.

So, I am feeling tired and depressed now – very common states of being during adolescence.

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35-year-old father of three wonderful children [William, Seth, and Alyssa]. Works as an Assistant Technical Officer in the Sterile Services Department of Treliske Hospital, Cornwall. Enjoys jogging, web design, being a bit of a geek, and supporting Arsenal FC. Obtained a BA degree in English from the University of Bolton in 2008, and has continued to gain qualifications in a diverse range of subjects thereafter.